Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

There Is In Hell A Place Stone-built Throughout, Called Malebolge, Of An Iron Hue, Like To The Wall That Circles It About.

I Was So Full Of Sleep At The Time That I Left The True Way.

All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here!

If You Give People Light, They Will Find Their Own Way.

It May Be That A More Subtle Person Would Find For This Thing A Reason Of Greater Subtlety: But Such Is The Reason That I Find, And That Liketh Me Best.